Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys

Mamas, don't let your grow up to be cowboys
let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and and such

Mamas, let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They'll never stay home and they're always
Even someone they love

ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
And they'd rather give you a song than or gold
Lonestar belt buckles and old Levis

And each begins a new day
And if you don't understand him and he die young
probably just ride away

Mamas, don't let babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old
'em be doctors and lawyers and such

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be
never stay home and they're always alone
Even with they love

Cowboys smoky old pool rooms, clear mountain mornings
Little puppies and children, girls of the night
And them that don't him won't like him and them that do

won't know how to take him
He ain't wrong, he's just different but his won't let him
Do things to you think he's right

Mamas, let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars and them old trucks
Make 'em be and lawyers and such

Mamas, don't let your grow up to be cowboys
They'll never home and they're always alone
Even someone they love

Mamas, don't let babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and and such

Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be